Welcome.It is I that you see.Little boys an girls.... Revelationz.Listen.Why do the good die young, an the bad mutha fuckas live fo ever?'cause nigga, we livin on hell nigga.This is hell mutha fuckas.Verse 1Uh.All my life it's like I'm fuckin around wit the wrong peoplemake a movie about my life an it be a long sequelbout people livin off free-be's an brick cheesethat's how that shit be's, out here you have to grind to get g'sno Bently flippin less yo name is Felix Mitchell listenlittle boys an girls my mama could barely pay the fuckin rentinmy daddy is surely gotta be somewhere in this world pimpinwhite bitches fo doe, he was a jiggalo livin in womenhe used to take me an my Village potnas to go swimminhe drove a BMW, they father drove a lemonnigga in the end my mama kept spendin money on gin an drugsI had to sleep on the fuckin rug where the roaches wasI hung wit thugs always rollin dice an pumpin gasto get some cashyou had to store the coke, we mop his assmy pops would give me cash, but my mama would take it from meif I didn't give it to her, she'd beat my ass butt-naked homiethe only way I would see a movie was out wit the homies I'm always bummy, had no money, they would pay it fo memy daddy told me when I was very youngthat he was on the run, I heard him mention somethin about Colombiansan I could come stay wit him if I didn't like the way that moms treat meI juss didn't like the way that moms beat mewit Tonka toys, in front of my boys hit me wit objectsso I jussgot to sky the fuck up out these projectsI left behind my moms an sisters so relentlessnever thought they'd get evicted an be sleepin on benchesmy pops was on some pimp shit, sewin up Frisco on novero5-0 kicked down the door, he flushed the elbowthere goes another nigga straight to the penby the age 10, done lived wit every relative, an friend I knowhere I go againlivin wit my grama, then my auntiemy unclewhere ever I go niggas would gank me fo my bundleswindle my check, wit Section 8 an medi-cal benefitsbut me I wasn't gettin shitspend my shit on nay kidsthat's what they didfuck relativesif I don't do my thang now, I never livednever gone get it if you sit on yo assso fuck math classI'm on the Ave wit crack fo that asslike son like dadI love the smell of money, hash an zig-zagslook at the back of my ass, beat the sag, it's big cashinvolved butwe all get caught up an sent to juvenille hallsscrape yo turf on the wall, in county drawlsmy mama abused alcoholmy pops an inmatean me I'm sweepin halls to intakehatemy mama carried the weight ain't seen my pops since '86every year, in an outta jail fo crazy shitso much shady shit done happened to me, I can't put it behind methe Lord took my mama life in '93God bless her soul'cause she was caught up in a, house hold fire at a rehab so we sued they assthis shit makin me madhigh ass lawyer we had Melvin Bell, I tried to tell my sister that he'd get paid halfsettlement, me 56 G'smy big sister 56 G'smy little sister 106 G'sRipley's won't believe that for the life of my mama they only gave us a quarter a mill ticket to splitI can't deal wit this shitI wish you was here to see me get this deal wit Chris, an Noo-Trybemama you died I cried'cause you missedthe gold an platinum plaquesI bet you never thought yo little black ass son could rapnow I'm breakin off scratchan burnin zags wit Sparklethat's my little sister askin the Lord why did you make her life so awfulnext thing you know my pops goin '95 he died of AID'sit's either suicide of cry fo daysan weeks an monthsblowin blunts, keep away flashesno funeral caskets, juss two vases wit ashesI ask if, he spare my life'cause all I got is my nieces, my two sisters, an my wiferecite behind the mic the type of shit that niggas likefo the first time in my life I'm makin bread, doin it rightbut at night seems like I'm huntedprobably because jackmoves an licks I've done itwhat goes around comes around, hollow point tip rounds to my stomachbitchesscreamin at Summitthat's how you busta niggas want itbut I still juss get blunted in big six hundredsniggas done, done itdone deal nigga, been there like Dreblowin hay in the air on the free-waypray forgive me God is what I would sayI gotta lot of days to countblessed, went from claimin sets wit yay up in my mouthsee task an bouncenow I blow hash at half an ouncesmoke out to the facial blessed to be livin on hell mutha fucka!'cause this is hell nigga.If you ain't know, nigga.This hell nigga.Right now.Armegeddon.Nigga, done deal.Done deal.Uh.This live.Every nigga done had this shit happen to 'em, you know what I'm sayin.All my potnas, every nigga I tell that I went through, they do, done did the same shit.Let's do it, juss salute niggas.Juss do our thang, fuck everybody, let's ride this shit.Do yo t hang blaze, get shermed out all that shit, whatever.Mushrooms an shit, Xtacy's an all that shit, let's get high an juss reminise about all that dangerous shit we done went through.An ask yoself...."why the fuck am I here?"'cause this is hell nigga.An the good die early, an the mutha fuckin bad stay fo ever, 'cause yo ass on hell nigga, 'cause you a bad mutha fucka like me. Done deal, uh, uh.(livin in hell, dead mutha fuckas, uh) (livin in hell, dead niggas dwell, uh) 2xthis Earthel is hell mutha fucka.